Unfortunately, no, this is not the new title of my first children's book I plan to author.
Yesterday Barton did his best to protect me from rainy traffic patterns and ended up with a smashed hood and broken front fender. All in all, everyone is OK, but I certainly don't recommend getting in a car accident in the rain. I am reliving the stream of thoughts that went through my end in the bizarre circumstance of seeing a large passenger van careen from one side of the freeway to the other.
What is happening? Do I speed up or slow down? Where is that going to ricochet? Am I slowing down fast enough? If I break harder will I slide? Is that a true perpendicular angle? Is anyone behind me?
Needless to say, all of that was overcome with What just happened? and Is anyone hurt? (the answers to which are you hit the van and no, thankfully) but I am struck at how quickly the mind can work. After a few minutes getting cold in the rain, climbing into a tow truck and being rescued by my parents, the day was able to continue.
I still hate airbags and love seatbelts. I am now driving Big Behemoth, my affectionate nickname for my parents old Mercedes, at least until the insurance companies straighten things out and I can get a rental car.
Yikes! Thank goodness for safe Hondas and Chevy vans. It could have been so much worse.
Oh yeah, and boooooo Giants.
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I infer from your story that you took your father's advice and did not sit inside of disabled Barton while waiting for help to arrive despite the falling rain. I'm glad you're okay, I'm sorry that Barton is not. Is there anyway that you can get the puncture wound he suffered on his rear bumper fixed as part of the insurance claim? It might be a stretch, but I know the lady cars would appreciate getting that firm, tight, bumper, fixed. Hmmm, I took that anthropomorphism a bit too far.
ReplyDeleteLet me know if you need anything. I am glad you are ok.
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